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Floating In Absence

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So as you’ve probably heard by now Greg Oden is having another surgery on his leg. This isn’t so much news as it is a perpetuation of some twisted, mutilated version of the circle of life. At this point we’ve all come to expect it. We know the story; we’ve grieved over the tragedy, examined, analyzed and expounded upon the loss and heartbreak. We tried to contextualize and comprehend the visceral sadness that accompanied Greg Oden; we found ourselves looking for some meaning or cruel truth about fate in one man’s very unfortunate draw. We defended Greg Oden, remained adamant that he was the correct pick. We hoped that he could get healthy. We held on tightly to the small samples of his performances; we pointed to his extremely high PER and phenomenal rebounding numbers. We salivated and yearned at the possibility. We knew that if he did he’d prove to people he was a once in a generation center, the next in line behind Russell, Kareem, Hakeem, and Shaq. We dreamed of a Roy-Aldridge-Oden tandem hoisting the O’Brien trophy, bringing this city the triumph it so earnestly and desperately covets. We made jokes to cope, curbing the pang of loss with the fleeting relief of a one liner. We waited, delaying what we all seemed to know was inevitable. We were sure that if we just gave it time that eventually he’d be healthy. We were dejected. We were beaten down, defeated. But this is different.

When the Oden news broke it wasn’t accompanied with the usual depression and dejection. I didn’t feel the inescapable sadness or feel the need to come to grips with yet another devastating injury. There was no bargaining, no hoping, no “just give him time to get healthy.” To be honest, there was nothing. I felt totally absent. The anger, the despair, the inherent defensiveness that had become inextricably linked to these seemingly annual surgery reports was replaced by an emptiness. For whatever reason I couldn’t feel. I was detached, numb.

I’m still not totally sure what to make of my reaction. Maybe with Brandon Roy’s retirement the illusion was gone. Maybe in some ways I’d already resigned myself to this fate. Maybe it was to the point where Greg Oden felt more like an ethereal concept than a tangible person, that somehow talking about or knowing anything about Greg Oden was like trying to realize utopia.  Maybe I had moved on. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I couldn’t handle it anymore. Maybe I was protecting myself. Maybe in this case sports had gotten a little too real.

What I do know is that I have the luxury of displacement. These aren’t my knee injuries, this isn’t my life.  I can replace the unfulfilled promise of Oden dominance with Lamarcus Aldridge turnarounds and Nicolas Batum chase down blocks. I can renew my faith and continue my enjoyment of sports through different vessels. That’s the nature of fandom. We can feel the pain, we can empathize and wax poetic about the injustice but we don’t face the real  consequences.

For Greg Oden there is no escape, there’s no distance. The knee injuries aren’t simply news or another chapter in a franchises historically awful luck. For Greg this is life. His existence has come to be defined by horrible injuries and crippling disappointment.  There’s no way to totally comprehend how devastating this must be. There’s a lot of power in that absence; sometimes nothingness can speak volumes. I have no idea how Greg Oden must be feeling.  Maybe that’s why I’m so lost.

History Tells Us, There Are No Guarantees In Lockout Seasons

 

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It was a truncated lockout season in the NBA. A lockout season where an upstart was trying to knock off a favorite.  A favorite with a platoon of prominent players that had not yet graced digits with that most coveted of rewards, a championship ring. I speak of course of the Oklahoma City Thunder and Miami Heat. Or do I?

There are parallels to be drawn. The 1999 lockout season featured a pair of teams crossing the compressed finish line tied for the best record in the NBA, and as we speak the Heat and Thunder each stand atop their respective conferences, tied for tops in the league at 25-7. But the favorites I refer to are the ’99 Utah Jazz and upstart-at-the-time San Antonio Spurs who had recently lucked out against all odds and landed a future all-timer in Tim Duncan whom they could throw at current best-power-forward-of-all-time Karl Malone.

At that time the Spurs and Jazz were unfortunately not only in the same conference, but also in the now defunct-due-to-realignment Midwest Division. Utah had run headlong into his magnificent Airness, Michael Jordan, the pair of previous Finals, but MJ had now retired (again), leaving an open lane for the John Stockton and Karl Malone-led Jazz to roll right to the Larry O’Brien hoop trophy unabated.

Despite attempting to replicate the recipe of the last NBA champs not named the Chicago Bulls to a degree, the Houston Rockets, the Spurs’ “power centers” Tim Duncan and 1994-95 MVP David Robinson had been unable to supplant the Jazz’s mighty trio of Malone, Stockton, and Jeff Hornacek, getting blasted out of the West playoffs the year before 4-1 by Utah. The Jazz were heavily favored to go all the way this time after reaching the conference finals five of the last seven years and the Finals for two straight, losing one of the late-spring series to MJ and Co. by a total point differential of only four points.

But it was not to be.

As it happens, these two powerhouses wouldn’t even get the chance to clash on the court in the accelerated ’99 playoffs as the Jazz would plow through most of the regular season only to run out of gas near end.

The Jazz finished a [tied-for] league-best 37-13 in 1999 but limped to a 5-5 finish over the last 10 games before struggling, by their mighty standards, in the playoffs. A middling Sacramento team took Utah the distance in the first round, and the Blazers eliminated the Jazz in six games in the second round.

 -Zach Lowe, The Point Forward

I remember that Portland series vividly, even though it happened more than a decade ago. The Jazz won game 1 at home by 10. But then lost game 2, by 3 points. Arvydas Sabonis was a huge man who devoured the paint. Isaiah Rider scored 27 points in that game, and Rasheed Wallace had three blocks and three steals. Worst of all Brian Grant went to the line more than Karl Malone did – and even finished the game with the same number of points…the Blazers broke the Jazz’ serve, and then were beat in Game 3 by 10 points. The Blazers went to the line endlessly in that game – 50 times. Utah also turned the ball over 16 times, and shot (as a team) only 38.9 fg%.

-AllThatJazzBasketball, SLCDunk

The Jazz weren’t just aging; they were ancient, and considering what happened to them after 1999 (and what happened to the Kings, too), perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised they struggled against Sacramento and Portland — a team went 35-15, by the way. Utah’s three best players (Karl Malone, Jeff Horancek and John Stockton) were 36, 36 and 37, respectively, by the end of July 1999, and the roster did not feature a single young player worthy of starting in the NBA.

-Zach Lowe, The Point Forward

Just how “ancient” were those Jazz that were so burnt out and beat down by the time they reached the postseason that they made abundant uncharacteristic mistakes and missed shots? Through the 1999 NBA season, the Big 3 of Malone, Stockton, and Hornacek had played a combined 108,786 NBA minutes (minutes being a more accurate measure of wear and tear than actual age). And the former were legendarily durable and conditioned in a mythical way only less than a handful of players in the league’s annals can lay claim to even approaching.

These present Spurs can boast no such thing, and taking into account a kind estimate of Manu Ginobili’s seven years of professional service prior the Spurs at 1,500 minutes per-season, San Antonio’s Big 3 will have played something very near to 95,497 minutes by season’s end.

In other words, they’re ripe for the picking and supplanting by, oh, I don’t know, the OKC Thunder.

Who may just turn around and run into this era’s version of the ’90s Bulls, the Miami Heat.

Potentially over and over again.

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A couple of fun nuggets uncovered in the course of researching this piece:

• The current Spurs are through 32 games and on an eleven-game win streak. Beginning at game 30 of the 1999 lockout-shortened season the Utah Jazz ripped off a win streak too — of eleven games

• Through 32 games of the ’99 season the Jazz were 26-6. Through 32 games of the current season the best record is held by the Miami Heat and OKC Thunder at 25-7

• In ’99, a younger Spurs started the season somewhat slower through 32 games, but still a very warm 22-10. However, they would finish the regular season 13-1 beating the now-stumbling Jazz twice, holding them to a mere 78 and 69 points, and demolish everything they ran into in the playoffs sweeping both the Los Angeles Lakers and aforementioned Portland Trail Blazers en route to a 15-2 postseason record for a combined 28-3 finish to their initial title run that culminated in a steamrolling of the unlikely upstart New York Knicks

Jeremy Lin anyone?

Funny how history can be so cyclical.

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“Failure can prepare you for success.”

-Avery Johnson

If you’ve noticed any other parallels let me know, I’d love to hear about ‘em.

When Photoshop Predicts The Future – Might Jeremy Lin Get The Next NBA2K Cover?

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With Jeremy Lin, thus far, proving that he’s not just a fad with his on-court heroics for the New York Knicks, the NBA All-Star could be getting more than just multiple in-game player upgrades for NBA 2K12. Jeremy Lin is one of the frontrunners to be on the cover of an NBA videogame for next season. Let the Linsanity go virtual.

via Could Linsanity Lead to Jeremy Lin NBA 2K13 Cover Deal? – Forbes.

In simpler times, science-fiction writers turned out to be prophets. From getting to the moon to robots and their eventual subjugation of humanity (trust me, we’ll get there eventually, and JaVale McGee will probably be the reason why), Jules Verne, Robert Heinlein and countless others painted a picture of the future they foresaw, and the progression of history proved them right.

Nowadays, we have twitter and photoshop, which apparently have the same prognostication powers en masse as a few brilliant writers. A week ago, when the craze for Jeremy Lin was reaching a fever pitch, this photoshop made the rounds.

It seemed like a joke that perfectly summed up Lin’s 15 minutes; the hysteria was so widespread that some were already making predictions for what it meant for next season (and the next round of annual video games). With that article in Forbes, though, that image becomes kind of jarring. Sure, Lin and the Knicks have been a great story. They’re a much improved basketball team, and they showed enough last night to make it seem like they’ll be even better going forward as the offense adapts to new circumstances.

But Lin on the cover of one of the upcoming NBA games? That’s a little much, isn’t it? The logic is sound, I suppose:

“I would bet both Take-Two Interactive and Electronic Arts go after Lin,” said Michael Pachter, videogame analyst, Wedbush Morgan Securities. “Take-Two is in New York, so they are living through the hype. He’s a great story, and will boost sales of either game, so I expect that there will be a bidding war for him.  As the de facto market leader, Take-Two has more to lose, and as the new entrant, EA has more to gain. It will be interesting.”

Lin might not make the NBA2K13 cover, then, but the re-entrance of EA into the market gives the possibility a fallback. Even if there’s no bidding war between the two companies, one could readily envision Lin on one of the covers. NBA2K13 could choose to put LeBron James on the cover (he’s never been the face of the franchise) with the monster season that he’s having, for instance, and EA might gladly snatch up Lin to generate some additional buzz after being out of the basketball business for a few years.

There’s still a long way to go, though, before we get to that point. A million different things could happen between now and then to affect who’s most marketable and who gets the coveted cover. Dwight Howard in a Brooklyn jersey would certainly be a striking visual that’d sell video games. Derrick Rose might win his first championship and stake his claim. Hell, Nikola Pekovic may take the Take-Two studios by siege and insist that all copies of 2K13 include a cigarette-smuggling mode.

Regardless of what other players do this year, Jeremy Lin is the perfect storm of location, story and – so far – performance. There might be others who are more deserving* to be on the cover of NBA2K13 or the next NBA Elite, but Lin is going to be in the conversation.

*Whatever that means.

Does it make sense? I don’t know what makes sense anymore. So, sure. Why not?

Love is, It’s What I Got

Gotta love that @ has employed an entire staff of #Lakers hating writers. #JournalisticIntegrity
@ @ @ what if i actually do hate the lakers? not out of anything but jealousy and storied tradition, but still.
@azv321
Amin Vafa

Hate is a powerful emotion. As powerful (or oftentimes moreso) than love. Hate occupies your insides. Hate consumes you. Hate is what you feel gnawing inside your stomach when you suddenly remember something you wished you’d forgotten. Or maybe you didn’t wish to forget it. Maybe you wanted to hold onto it. Maybe you wanted it to fester inside you, creating a source of inspiration that simultaneously strengthens and destroys you.

Hate is also not the opposite of Love. That’s a role reserved for Apathy. Then why do Hate and Love go hand-in-hand with one another? Perhaps the spectrum of emotion that pits love and hate on opposite sides is really a circle, with Hate and Love side-by-side. Faraway, so close. People often bandy about the terms Love and Hate because they are a convenient way to describe the emotions we are feeling. With basketball, Love is watching your team win a title for the first time. Love is watching your team gut out a tough win at the buzzer. Love is having faith in your team’s closer that they can will your team to victory. Love is coming back to that team when your closer doesn’t come through. Love is the first time you watch a rookie put together a solid start-to-finish game. Love is a triple double. Love is a triple double WITH BLOCKS. Love is… you get the picture.

Then what’s Hate? Hate is anything that gets in the way of you appreciating this love. A loss. A fight. Tension in the front office. People making fun of your team on twitter when unflatting rumors are circulating about them. Your favorite player on your favorite team moving to a sunnier locale. A player that antagonizes smaller players. A referee that takes the fun out of the game by inserting unfairness. Hate sits right next to Love, waiting to pick on it when any doubt arises. But I think I speak for most basketball fans when I say that I didn’t get into watching the game for Hate. I got into it for Love. Now maybe you got into it for slightly different reasons: It’s the team you grew up watching. It’s the team your parents grew up watching. It’s the team that was on TV the most when you decided to start getting into sports. It’s the team that had the most books written about it in the Book Sale at your elementary school, and you weren’t allowed to buy any more car posters.

Speaking of pageviews, there’s a reason everyone loves Jeremy Lin other than the fact that he’s a rookie phenom minority and plays in New York. His talent and his desire to play basketball have gotten us all talking about basketball again. Not trade demands. Not market size. Not salary caps. Not revenue sharing. Not referee errors. Basketball, as we all know and Love it. Lin and his accompanying storyline are currently immune to Hate. Overexposure’s going to reduce how much everyone can stand, sure. But you can’t deny the fact that the conversation is finally–FINALLY–about loving the game again. He has helped make everything else in the league that’s not actually about basketball just background noise.

Now Hate, for sure, exists. It’s around. Sometimes it’s around in serious form, and other times it’s invoked in jokes. Sometimes the best examples of creative expression are byproducts of misery and hate. I can’t say for certain whether or not some NBA writers willingly spend their time transferring vitriol from their blood to ink. But I’m fairly comfortable saying that if you’re writing about this game, you Love it. And if Love didn’t get you into this business, then I think you can kindly see yourself out.

There’s lots of different ways to show your Love and Hate for this game. Show me some Love (or Hate) in the comments.

15 Footer 2/21/12: Chaz’s Scouting Reports

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We’re blessed by the presence of Chaz*, scout for the Los Angeles Lakers, to preview tonight’s slate of basketball action. To the scouting reports!

*Just kidding! We don’t really have access to Chaz. These seem like the types of scouting reports that someone in Chaz’s reported position might offer, though. And, in reality, Chaz is probably much, much smarter than I am, and better at his job.

We can make the playoffs! No, seriously, we play in the Eastern Conference (Pistons at Cavs, 7:00 PM EST)

The prospects for these two teams seem to be in constant flux. The Cavaliers are likely the better team, even without Anderson Varejao, but the Pistons have come on strongly of late, winning seven of their past nine games. Neither team will likely reach the postseason, and they might be damaging their draft stock. Let them have their fun, though – after all, is anyone going to be as bad as the Hornets, Wizards, Raptors and Bobcats this year? I think not.

Chaz’s Scouting Report: Both of these teams have the potential to make you wish you’d skipped the whole thing altogether. I get that; can’t tell you how many of my potential clients have looked for my services after doing something they deeply regretted. If you’re watching this game, I’d recommend a stiff Rob Roy. The scotch will distract you from the play on the court, and the vermouth is sweeter than a Kobe press conference.

Just trying to keep it interesting (Hornets at Pacers, 7:00 PM EST)

The Pacers are a half game behind the Sixers for 4th in the East and a half game ahead of the Hawks for 5th. The Hornets are – well, they’re the Hornets, and they’re in the cellar of the Western Conference by three games. With all of the injuries and all of the Trevor Ariza going on in New Orleans, they should have a top pick in the draft wrapped up. And they should have an Indiana victory wrapped up tonight, as well.

Chaz’s Scouting Report: Brutal, brutal turn of events here. We’re already out of citrus vodka! I wanted to make you my special Screwdriver as you watch the Pacers put the screws to the Hornets, but we’ll have to go with the “McBob” instead. It’s four ounces of cream soda with a touch of Everclear to remind you just how much you want to forget this game.

This should be a blowout, but you never know… (Kings at Heat, 7:30 PM EST, NBA TV)

The team that’s three games ahead of the Hornets? Yeah, that’s the Kings. Isaiah Thomas and DeMarcus Cousins have played well of late, but they’re still the Kings, and the Heat are running on so many cylinders that they had to borrow an additional engine.

Chaz’s Scouting Report: Okay, I totally wanted to make a bunch of Miamis for everyone, because, you know, Miami! But I was going to do it in that cool, pouring-from-multiple-glasses way that I can never get right, and now there’s just liquid everywhere. Can we trade Pau to the Kings for the Jimmer and Michael Beasley to distract everyone, please? …Beasley’s on the Wolves? Since when?!

No two teams are not on fire (Sixers at Grizzlies, 8:00 PM EST)

Philadelphia is on a three game losing streak coming into tonight, but Memphis took a tough loss on the chin against the Rockets last night. A tired Grizzlies team might be just what the Sixers ordered to get back on track.

Chaz’s Scouting Report: I TRIED TO MAKE A FLAMING BACARDI 151 SHOT AND THERE’S FIRE EVERYWHERE! Why are there no fire extinguishers?! WHAT DID ELTON BRAND DO WITH ALL OF THE FIRE EXTINGUISHERS?!?!

Jamal Crawford is going to start at point guard. I have no jokes. (Spurs at Blazers, 10:00 PM EST, NBA TV)

These are two teams headed in opposite directions. The Spurs have quietly crept into the number two spot in the West, and they’ve continued to fly under the radar no matter how many people write that they are, in fact, flying under the radar. The Blazers are a mess, trying to figure out how to initiate an offense; they’ve fallen out of the top eight out after garnering early season attention as a potential darkhorse to reach the Western Conference Finals. Can they fix what’s wrong? Sure; there’s still plenty of time left this season. A win over the Spurs would go a long way toward building some confidence.

Chaz’s Scouting Report: How about a beer? Just a simple, no-frills beer. What kind? It doesn’t really matter; we’ve got whatever you want! It’s like I always say, “Liquor before beer; you’re in the clear. Felton before bed; I need a drink to clear my head.”

I Have Nothing More To Say About Jeremy Lin

You have no idea how many times I started to write this piece. About an hour after the Knicks beat the Mavericks on Sunday, I sat in front of my computer determined to write something – anything – about Jeremy Lin. I stared at a blank screen for a while, and then the inspiration came. I wrote 3 paragraphs. They were the best 3 paragraphs I had ever written… until I read them. Those great paragraphs I wrote? They sucked. DELETE.

I took a quick break, then went right back to it. Blank screen. Inspiration. I wrote 4 paragraphs this time. They were the best 4 paragraphs of my life; I was sure of it. Then I read them. Terrible. DELETE.

I spent the next 5 hours repeating that process countless times. Each time, I was sure I had broken through; sure I had found the right words, the right angle. Each time, I failed. Miserably. So I gave up. I’m not writing about Jeremy Lin, I decided. I just can’t find anything to say. I told Matt Moore I wanted to write about Lou Williams instead. That went over really well.

@ just so I understand this. You're going to write about Lou Williams and not Jeremy Lin. Why do you hate giving my site pageviews?
@HPbasketball
Hardwood Paroxysm

Still, I set out to write about Lou Williams. Unfortunately, someone somewhere had other plans for me. My plan, as you may already know by now, was to write about how Lou Williams uses screens to get open looks. For some unknown reason, I couldn’t get those videos to work. I was frustrated. I went to sleep.

I woke up Monday morning and wrote that piece about Lou Williams. It ran, people read it. Maybe some liked it, maybe some didn’t. I was satisfied with it. I was writing again. I figured, I’m in a rhythm right now, I’ll try to write that Jeremy Lin thing again. But you know what they say about the best laid plans. It was just more of the same. I’d write a few paragraphs, read them and then delete them. So I gave up again.

This time, I didn’t even tell Matt what I was writing about instead. I just wrote it. I spent the time between my first class of the day and what I thought was my second class (it was canceled by the Professor in a horribly confusing email) writing an article about Shaun Livingston. Again it ran, again people read it. Maybe some liked it, maybe some didn’t. Again, I was satisfied with it. And again, I was writing. I wanted to try to write about Jeremy Lin again, but I had precious little time before class. And I didn’t have an angle anyway.

I started talking to Andrew Lynch on G-chat. I told him everything you just read. I tried and tried to write about Lin, but I can’t. I can’t find the right angle, the right words, nothing. I’ve hated everything I’ve put on paper.

“Write what you have to say. Even if it’s nothing,” he told me. I told him that the thing of it was, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to say. “Sometimes writing about nothing is liberating.” And then I got the real idea. “I’ll write about how I can’t write about Jeremy Lin..” “Exactly.” “He’s driven me to the point where I literally have nothing to say.” (If you want to listen to a podcast where I alternatively yell things that make little to no sense and struggle for words while trying to describe Jeremy Lin and his impact on me, New York, the Knicks, world peace, World Peace and the cast of Glee, click this link.)

What is there left to say about Lin that hasn’t already been said, and said well? Every time I tried and failed to write about Lin, it was mostly because I kept feeling like I was writing something that someone else had already written and written well. There’s been such an avalanche of fantastic writing about Lin and everything that’s gone on around him.

Every angle imaginable has been covered. His effect on the Asians and Asian Americans? For one, I’m not Asian, and I couldn’t do it intelligently. Besides, Danny Chau’s been done, done that, in incredible fashion. Statistical analysis? That’s what True Hoop is for. Could anyone have predicted this? Someone did. Visual and video breakdowns? Mike Prada and Sebastian Pruiti did those. How can he fit with Carmelo Anthony and Amar’e Stoudemire? Matt Moore had his own idea. What effect has he had on the Knicks? Done. On Mike D’Antoni specifically? Howard Beck did wrote on it. The Harvard thing. The turnovers. The puns.

Honestly, what more is there to say when after a decade of despair and depression, the guy who finally, mercifully turns around the fortunes of your favorite team isn’t Amar’e Stoudemire, isn’t Carmelo Anthony, isn’t Tyson Chandler but rather is an undrafted, unheralded, unknown, Asian-American point guard from Harvard who was cut by two teams before the season even started and was about to be cut again if not for Baron Davis having yet another setback in his rehab?

Should I write about how he was sleeping on his brother’s couch before all this craziness happened? What about how Melo may or may not have been the one who told D’Antoni to give the kid some playing time? His relationship with Yao Ming? Hid admiration for Jason Kidd, another Bay Area point guard?

What do you write about an international sensation who lights the sports world on fire over the span of two weeks? Should I really keep comparing his court vision to Steve Nash’s? His attack dog style to Derrick Rose? His flair to Magic Johnson? How many more times can people read about Lin-Chandler pick-and-rolls still being the primary action and how Carmelo lurking on the weak side for mid-range jumpers and isolations against rotating defenders can actually be a good thing? About how he saved Mike D’Antoni’s job? How he saved the Knicks’ season?

Can I really go on and on about the effect he’s had on Landry Fields and Iman Shumpert, who have been freed up to simply play defense, slash to the hoop and generally wreak havoc in the open court? How he’s made useful players out of guys like Jared Jeffries and Steve Novak? How Jeffries has become a confident and (gulp) competent player on offense while still staying a force on defense and Novak can’t stop, won’t stop raining threes?

What about how the Knicks are fun again, for the first time since the 1970s? How, for the first time in my life, the Knicks are appointment television not because they’re a laughingstock, but because they’re one of the most entertaining teams in basketball? (Seriously, if you think the 90′s Knicks, the guys I grew up on and will love til the day I die, were fun and entertaining… well, I just don’t know what to do with that. Ewing, Starks, Mason, Oakley, Harper, Davis, Ward, Houston, Sprewell, Camby, LJ, Riley (ugh), Van Gundy?… those guys were crazy fun to root for, not so much to watch.)

Should I write about his crunch time heroics? How he stared down the Raptors and drilled a three right between the eyes? How he lined up Dirk Nowitzki and dropped one in his face? How he did the same to Shawn Marion? How he managed to upstage Kobe Bryant in Madison Square Garden? How he outplayed Deron Williams, John Wall and Devin Harris in less than a week? How he set a new record for most points scored in the first “X” starts of a career seemingly every night?

How do you write about the guy who undeniably OWNS New York City right now not being the Super Bowl MVP – Eli Manning – or the captain of the best team in hockey – Ryan Callahan – but the guy who was the Knicks’ 4th string point guard no less than three weeks ago?

I can’t find anything new to say about Jeremy Lin. Except this: for the first time in my life, as anyone who knows me well can attest, I’m speechless. I have nothing more to say.

Talking About Talking About Greg Oden

In 2012, Greg Oden’s very existence is a myth. It’s damn near impossible to speak about him in tangible, quantifiable basketball terms, because his time as a real-world professional basketball player was so fleeting that it feels like a dream. There was a seven-foot force of nature who played parts of two seasons for the Portland Trail Blazers in 2008 and 2009, but those 82 scattered games don’t seem real. Oden has been a hypothetical for so long that it’s hard to analyze or break down his on-court résumé in any meaningful way. And as of today, when his third microfracture surgery in five seasons was announced unexpectedly, it looks like it will stay that way. It’s hard to be surprised by the news, because it was something of a given that Oden wasn’t playing this season. But there’s a clear finality about this announcement, an unspoken acknowledgment by the Portland brass that this was how it would end. Bringing him back for this season was itself understood to be a trial run, especially after he willingly let his qualifying offer be negotiated down to $1.5 million from the original $8.9. Now it’s almost impossible to foresee him staying a Blazer, no matter how well his next round of rehab goes.

When I heard the news, I hammered out a post that was more or less what you’d expect. I hit on all the usual talking points: how much it sucks that this keeps happening; how hard Oden has worked to get back on the floor, only to be told “no” by the basketball gods time and time again; how the vast majority of teams in the NBA would have taken him over Kevin Durant with the No. 1 overall pick in the 2007 draft. I put together an extremely impassioned defense of a player who has played one season’s worth of games in five years and was drafted directly ahead of a consensus top-five all-NBA player. Teams make draft picks all the time that don’t pan out, and it’s usually easy to look back and admit. So why do I and so many other Blazers faithful make it our life’s mission to defend Oden? That’s what Matt asked me when he read what I had, and it may be the most valuable thing still to explore within the Oden experience.

There’s no karma involved here—Oden’s hard work and genuine desire to silence skeptics are rewarded time and time again with a kick in the teeth, or more accurately, the knees. He’s had enough bad luck in a pair of limbs to sustain another team’s decades-long curse. Nothing he does is good enough for the basketball gods, who have banished him to the worst kind of hell an NBA player can experience. He’s 24 years old, and his career has already been reduced to the giant what-if that is the Roy-Aldridge-Oden dynasty that never was.

This is the part where I remind you that the repeated injuries are mostly out of his control, in order to distinguish him from the type of draft bust who doesn’t want it enough. You have to remember that the Blazers spent the better part of the 2000s making a mockery of the city’s basketball history, on the court and especially off it. Things looked up starting in 2006, between Brandon Roy’s and LaMarcus Aldridge’s promising rookie campaigns; the improbable draft-lottery win in a draft class that featured two prospective once-in-a-generation talents; and, more importantly, the changing of the culture around the former Jail Blazers. The Roy-Aldridge-Oden nucleus was supposed to be a title contender for a decade or more, but they’re a few knee surgeries and forced medical retirements beyond the point of that being a possibility. Still, there’s a part of every Blazers fan that doesn’t want to admit the dream is over, and that voice wants to make sure nobody views Oden in the same light as, like, Qyntel Woods. We at least want people to give us that.

Oden’s story isn’t about Sam Bowie or Kevin Durant. The former is entirely unrelated, and their connection is played up only by the kind of people who genuinely believe the Cubs haven’t won a World Series in 104 years because of a goat.

I hate curses and have no patience for them or those who propagate them. It’s basically my #1 pet peeve as a sports fan. So the Blazers missed out on the greatest player of all time 23 years before the Oden/Durant draft. That was a thing that happened, and everyone agrees at this point that it was one of, if not the worst draft pick of all time. But it happened when the team’s logo, uniforms, arena, owner, and front office were completely different. The only thing the Blazers of 1984 and the Blazers of 2007 have in common are a city and a name. That they passed on a future superstar in favor of an injury-ravaged big man both of those years is pure coincidence. I shouldn’t have to explain this. If you’re reading this site, you’re not stupid. But I want to slam my head against the wall every time I see an analyst or Twitter user try to connect the dots on some kind of Walton-Bowie-Oden lineage. Viewing Oden in this context forces us to think about a) the way the Walton era ended, and b) the fact that the team passed on Michael freaking Jordan. That’s why we want to distance him from the team’s past.

Durant’s superstardom can be grating during nationally televised Blazers-Thunder games, where the announcers insist on beating that tired narrative into the ground. Other than those two or three games a year, holding Oden’s plight against him does nobody any good. People love to play the what-if game. I can honestly say that I’ve never once tried to picture an alternate universe in which the Blazers had drafted Durant. That may be hard to believe, but it’s true. Oden was such the consensus pick at the time that the thought has never crossed my mind. I’ve never been as emotionally attached to an athlete as I am to Oden. I take this stuff personally, even though I know I shouldn’t.

This part is simple: I love Durant as a player, and I want to be able to enjoy what is potentially an all-time great without having my nose rubbed in my hometown team’s recent misfortunes. 98 percent of the time, I’m nodding along with the announcers who fawn over Durant, because how can you not? It’s just a little hard to stomach five minutes of talk about how poised he is because he didn’t pick up a technical on the rare occasion that he gets called for a foul when it directly follows an Oden/Durant head-to-head career comparison infographic. That’s always going to hurt. Therefore, I am left with no choice but to remind people at every opportunity how widespread the belief was that Oden was the pick. It’s totally irrational. I get that. But it is what it is.

In the end, this all comes back to Oden, and the only thing to do is feel awful for him. At this point, basketball is secondary. All that matters is Oden’s physical and mental well-being. You need knees for things besides basketball. Like walking. If he comes out of this able to do that, he’s golden. He’s made enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life (something, by the way, nobody should resent him for). The hard part will be dealing with the public derision and the being reduced to a trivia question, like Bowie or Darko. You have to hope he has the right people around him who can keep him grounded and not let the negativity get to him. If he gets a second chance in the NBA, so much the better. But I just want him to get a second chance as a healthy human.

Obviously.

This Is An Article About Shaun Livingston

Photo via Marc Duncan, Associated Press

It usually happens later. For Shaun Livingston, however, it happened early – too early – in what should have been a long, illustrious NBA career. It, of course, is the transition from being a present or future franchise centerpiece to being a capable and important role player. Most often, players have to make this transition due to a debilitating injury – or simply old age – that robs them of their all-world skill.

It’s something that many players struggle with; Allen Iverson refused to subjugate his game and flamed out of the league. Stephon Marbury couldn’t handle not being the focal point of a team.

Others, though, attack the task with zeal. Tracy McGrady transitioned from All-NBA small-forward to backup point guard and offensive facilitator. It took him a few years, five teams and a bunch of knee and back injuries to get there, but he did it. Grant Hill was one of the best players in the league in Detroit and Orlando, but injuries sapped his explosiveness and derailed much of his career. Since landing in Phoenix, he’s excelled as a premier wing defender and fill-in-the-blanks guy. Tim Duncan has slid gracefully into a secondary role in San Antonio after so long being the focal point of everything the Spurs wanted to accomplish.

We constantly praise those that are capable of making this transition, deriding those who can’t while at the same time ignoring how difficult it must be. Just how humbled by your declining talent or lack of physical capabilities do you have to be in order to recognize that you can no longer do what you once could? And then, even after that realization, how hard is it to inhabit a new role so different from the one you occupied for most of your life? How ego-less do you have to be to make such a transition? We, as fans and consumers, assume and expect that players will do everything in their power to subjugate their game for the betterment of the team and for the elongation of their careers while often declining to see the bigger picture.

“Allen Iverson would be so good as a secondary player if he would just take less shots and become more of a distributor,” we’d say. “His quickness and his court vision could allow for him to create so many open shots for teammates,” goes the narrative, as we don’t stop to think about whether taking the attack dog mentality out of Iverson would completely and permanently diminish is effectiveness. “T-Mac is such a good passer, such a smart player. He’s long and strong and quick. He can use that to his advantage and become a point forward and defensive stopper,” we opine, while ignoring the fact that he’s likely never played either role in his life. Necessity and circumstance often force players into roles they never imagined having, and it’s only the strongest among them – mentally – that are able to succeed.

Livingston, once a future star for the Los Angeles Clippers, has developed into a steady backup guard for the Milwaukee Bucks this season after playing well in the same role for the Charlotte Bobcats last year.

But let’s rewind for a minute. Livingston was supposed to be a superstar. The long, lanky, 6-foot-7 point guard reminded many scouts of a young Magic Johnson, and with reason. Livingston’s passing, his vision and his creativity were unparalleled in his class. He played the game with a youthful exuberance that few others could match. He was named co-MVP of the McDonald’s All-American Game as a high school senior in 2004, and was hailed as a top 5 draft pick and potential franchise savior.

The Clippers made him the 4th overall selection in the 2004 NBA Draft. They already had Sam Cassell on their roster, so Livingston was their backup point guard and sometimes shooting guard. He struggled a bit with injuries through his first two seasons, but was still a valuable contributor on the 2005-06 Clippers team that made a surprise appearance in the playoffs. Livingston played pretty well in the playoffs that year, putting up averages of 7.5 points, 4.7 rebounds and 4.8 assists in 27.7 minutes per game off the bench.

The 2006-07 season finally saw Livingston beginning to live up to his endless potential. He started over half the Clippers’ games and was playing nearly 30 minutes a night, averaging just over 9 points and 5 assists per. He was shooting a career-high 46% from the field. He was rebounding more, turning it over less, taking smart shots and getting the Clippers into their offense. On February 23, 2007, Livingston dished out a career-high 14 assists against the Golden State Warriors. Things were looking up for the young man from Peoria, IL. Little did he know that just three days later, everything would change. If you’ve already seen it, I urge you not to watch the video below. If you haven’t, prepare your eyes for one of the most gruesome sports injuries ever (Livingston’s injury comes at the 1:51 mark, I was unable to find any singular clips on YouTube).

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Livingston’s knee was shot. He tore his ACL, MCL, PCL and lateral meniscus and dislocated his patella and tibia-femoral joint for good measure. His career as we knew it was over right then and there, almost before it started. Livingston never played for the Clippers again. He bounced around the league over the next few years, catching on here and there, teams hoping they could tap into that limitless potential he once had, but it was for naught. Livingston wasn’t the same player, and he never would be. He was signed by the Miami Heat and traded 4 games later to the Memphis Grizzlies. Memphis waived him on the spot.

He then landed with the Tulsa 66ers, the D-League affiliate of the Oklahoma City Thunder, eventually impressing them enough to earn a call up back to the big team. He played sparingly in 8 games and was mildly effective. He appeared in just 10 games the next season before being waived again. Livingston then landed in Washington, where he played out two consecutive 10-day contracts before being signed for the rest of the season. He was on his way back.

In 26 games and 18 starts for the Wizards in the 2009-10 season, Livingston averaged 9.2 points per game on 53.5% shooting and  chipped in 2.2 rebounds and 4.5 assists per game for good measure. He played well enough to earn himself a 2-year guaranteed contract with the Charlotte Bobcats for $7 million, covering the 2010-11 and 2011-12 seasons. Livingston appeared in a career-high 73 games for the Bobcats last season. He played less minutes, but he made the most of them; he was no less effective than he was in his short stint with Washington the year before. His per-36 minutes numbers were some of the best of his career.

Livingston’s in Milwaukee now, mostly splitting his time backing up Brandon Jennings at the point and Stephen Jackson and Carlos Delfino at the 2-guard spot. He’s logging 23 minutes a game and has actually started 18 of the Bucks’ 31 contests. Even in games like yesterday’s against the New Jersey Nets where he struggled from the field, Livingston is finding a way to make an impact. Despite a 1-for-9 shooting line, he still managed to tally 10 points, 3 rebounds and 6 assists in his 34 minutes in a 7-point Bucks victory. In Milwaukee’s shocking comeback win over the Miami Heat last month, the game that saw Brandon Jennings go off from the three-point line, Livingston put up what was possibly his best line of the season with 10, 5 and 5, and 2 steals as the cherry on top.

Every once in a while, he gives us a blast from the past.

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He’s not a building block. He’s not a centerpiece. He’s just a guy that fits in. And that’s okay. Most of us are just happy to see him back out there.

15 Footer 2/20/12: Hail to the Chief

Image via theclyde on Flickr

It’s Presidents’ Day! Or is it President’s? Or just Presidents? Or maybe just Washington’s Birthday, with a dash of Lincoln sprinkled on top? According to Google, it is apparently option 3.

Atlanta at Chicago (4:00 PM, ESPN)
Did you know President Obama is a huge Chicago Bulls fan? Sure you did. How do I know? Because you watch basketball on TV, which means you don’t live under a rock.

New Jersey at New York (7:30 PM, Local)
New Jersey is the birthplace of only one American president: Grover Cleveland. However, Woodrow Wilson was also from New Jersey, he just wasn’t born there. You may remember him as the President who scored 14 points in a FIBA game against Germany in 1919. New York’s got the Roosevelts, and they were awesome. That’s not even partisan opinion. That’s just a fact.

Boston at Dallas (8:00 PM, TNT)
Speaking of chiefs (as in “Hail to the”), here’s some sweet Robert Parish footage:

Ouch.

Memphis at Houston (8:00 PM, Local)
Houston is home to George Herbert Walker Bush International Airport (IAH, for those in the know/frequenters of Kayak.com). You may remember him as the President you picture as Dana Carvey in costume as opposed to himself. Here is some sweet George HW Bush footage:

 

Orlando at Milwaukee (8:00 PM, Local)
What does “Florida” have to do with US Presidents? Well this is the only thing I could think of, and I hate it.

New Orleans at Oklahoma City (8:00 PM, Local)
After last night’s performance, I would like to vote for Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook as the next president and vice-president of the United States. Serge Ibaka can be Secretary of Defense.

Minnesota at Denver (9:00 PM, Local)
Here’s the closest Minnesota has come to the presidency since Walter Mondale:

Washington at Phoenix (9:00 PM, Local)
Little know fact: Washington, DC was named after President George Washington. Ya learn something new every day. Also, I want this current Wizards team to win the title this year, just so we can be witness to these men meeting the President in the fall. I can’t properly express how awesome that would be to watch.

San Antonio at Utah (9:00, PM Local)
Fun Election Year fact alert! Texas and Utah both gained seats in the electoral college for this year. You know what that means… well, just basically that the votes from their states weigh more heavily in the electoral vote for the next president. That’s pretty much it.

LA Clippers at Golden State (10:30, PM Local)
Ronald Reagan: California Love.

Portland at LA Lakers (10:30, PM TNT)
Here’s all you need to know about the Oregon Boundary Dispute. And here’s a little bit extra you didn’t need to know, based on the episode of The Brady Bunch entitled “Fifty-Four Forty and Fight!”

Since the boys and girls cannot decide on a mutually satisfactory prize, they hold a contest to determine who gets all of the family’s combined trading stamps.

COMPELLING!

Enjoy the games everyone!

You Better Recognize: Lou Williams Using Screens

Welcome back to the new series here at Hardwood Paroxysm, You Better Recognize. Each week, I’ll take a look at a specific aspect of a specific player’s game and tell you just how and why a player has been so successful (or unsuccessful). Last week, I covered Tyson Chandler’s inspired defense. Today, we stay in the Atlantic Division and look at how Lou Williams uses off-ball screens to free himself for open looks.

It’s easy to overlook Lou Williams. He plays for the Philadelphia 76ers who, despite being located in one of the largest media markets in the country, don’t really feel like a big market team. After all, superstars aren’t falling all over themselves to play in Philly like they are for Miami, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago or even Brooklyn. The Sixers still sit atop the Atlantic Division standings, yet you wouldn’t know it based on the media coverage of the division. Everything is all about Linsanity, or Dwight Howard possibly going to the Nets or Boston shopping Rajon Rondo. Yes, there was that one week (one day, really) where everyone talked and wrote about the Sixers for a little while, but the stories were mostly of the, “Can they really sustain this?” variety.

When the Sixers do get attention, it’s mostly heaped on other players, and Lou is often the odd man out. Andre Iguodala is Philly’s All-Star, their best player, their leader. He does a little bit of everything out there on the court, and he’s really put it together to have a career-best year. He’s entirely deserving of all the attention and admiration he’s getting this season. Thaddeus Young has received vocal praise from head coach Doug Collins for his activity on defense and the way he defends the pick-and-roll. Jrue Holiday and Evan Turner are the young back court tandem of the future; nearly everyone has high hopes for them. Elton Brand, despite his bloated salary, is still counted on to be a steadying veteran presence. Spencer Hawes’ early season break out got a bunch of pub, but that spotlight has since faded away due to injury.

Williams, meanwhile, may just be the most important player on the team. His 16.0 points per game leads the Sixers, and if he keeps that up through the full season, he’d be the first bench player to lead his team in scoring since Dell Curry in the 1993-94 campaign. He’s a leading Sixth Man of the Year candidate for sure (ESPN’s Marc Stein handed it to him as part of his mid-season awards), even if James Harden is still the favorite (our own Matt Moore picked him at his day job). He’s averaging career highs in PER, Usage Rate, WS/48, and AST% while turning it over less than ever before. In fact, of the top 15 players in the NBA in Usage, he’s turning the ball over less than any of them.

Down the stretch of games, Lou’s Philly’s de facto go-to guy, and with good reason. The man is a legitimate crunch time killer. He’s shooting 56.4% from the field in the last three minutes of 4th quarters this season according to Basketball-Reference, and NBA.com’s Stats Cube says he is averaging 33.5 points per-36 minutes in the clutch (“clutch” being defined as the last 5 minutes of the 4th quarter or OT, game within 5 points). His usage rate climbs 7% in the clutch, and he justifies it by hitting shots at a 5% higher clip and posting a TS% more than 12 points above his season average. He’s also getting to the free throw line in the clutch at nearly double the rate he does during the rest of the game, and hits at his usual 80+%, a huge asset at the tail end of games.

One reason he doesn’t get much attention is that Williams’ game has very little flash to it. You won’t often find him dunking on people’s heads or shaking them up with a crazy crossover dribble. He goes about his business much more quietly than that. He’s subtle. He uses angles, reads the defense and picks his spots. Not many people appreciate the art of reading the defender’s route and flaring into the corner after coming off a screen instead of curling around up top. It’s not often that you see guys revered for the way they use screens to get themselves open. That praise is pretty much limited to Reggie Miller, Ray Allen and – in a since bygone era – Richard Hamilton. But Lou has all that mastered.

According to mySynergySports, Williams is shooting an utterly absurd 61.8% off screens this season and his 1.34 Points Per Possession (PPP) places him 2nd in the NBA. If you throw in shooting fouls drawn, he’s scored on 63.2% of his possessions (plays that end in FGA, FTs or TO) that ended with him using a screen. Philly likes to get Williams the ball off screens in two locations: just about the elbow on the right side and in the left corner. They basically just run different variations of the same two plays to get him the ball there, and it works exceedingly well.

The first play involves Williams starting either in the corner or on the low block and the right side and running his man off a down screen to catch the ball just above the right elbow. More often than not, he gets a wide open catch-and-shoot jumper. However, if his man tries to cut that off, he’ll occasionally either flare back out into the corner to create separation or curl the screen around and come to the middle of the floor and catch the ball on the move going toward the hoop.

Here’s the first version, where he runs his man off a down screen and releases a catch-and-shoot jumper from just above the elbow. This is the most common way the Sixers get Williams a jumper off screens.

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The second and third versions, where he flares into the corner or comes all the way around the screen into the lane, aren’t as common, but are no less effective ways of getting open.

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Philly has one basic set they like to use to get Williams a corner jumper off a screen, but they’ve altered the way it’s run since the beginning of the season. At the start of the year, the play looked like this:

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The ball starts off at the elbow extended and is swung to the top of the key. As the ball gets swung around again to the opposite side, Williams sets a back screen for the man at the top of the key, who flashes toward what is now the weak side corner. Philly then uses the “screen for the screener” concept and sends Williams off a back screen of his own toward the strong side corner for a jumper. However, because Williams comes to a complete stop in the middle of the lane when setting a screen for the man at the top of the key, it gives the Knicks’ defense time to see him coming and rotate out to contest the jumper. Amar’e Stoudemire contests, but Williams uses a pump fake to get by him and drop a shorter jumper. The play works, but only because Williams was smart enough to use the pump fake to get Amar’e to bite.

They’ve since altered the play a bit. Williams’ route is very much the same, but this time he starts the play from the elbow extended and swings the ball to the top of the key. Here’s where the new wrinkle comes in; as the ball is being swung around, Williams fakes as if he will cut to the top of the key, the spot vacated by the man that he screened for on the earlier play, while knowing that he will come off a screen of his own and flare into the corner. This time, the jumper is wide open.

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The defender doesn’t know Williams’ route, so he bites on the fake toward the top of the key, leaving him way out of position and trailing Williams. The screen puts even more space between Lou and his defender. It’s a simple adjustment made to get an excellent catch-and-shoot player a little more room with which to unleash a deadly jumper.